The old village

The Russian countryside... There are so many dilapidated fences, old houses, and small sheds scattered throughout our homeland. The house where I spent my childhood was different, but it was also old and unfinished. My elderly father and his new family now live there. Every yard has its own story. Each one is filled with its own unique life. In this particular house, there may be an elderly couple who are visited once a year by their children, who have moved to the big cities to live a different life.But no matter how far apart we are, the memories of our home warm our hearts and make us kinder. Even when life separates us, we continue to love.